"This day has finally come."

Isaac held Professor Naxika, sitting on the World Tree that enveloped the azure planet, watching the distant sunrise and a wave of dark mist approaching.

"As expected, even though I didn't reveal my cultivation, he still wants to use poison to destroy the world." Isaac's tall figure, garbed in golden armor and wielding a scepter, the King of Atlantis, gazed down upon the entire world.

"Go, I'll wait for your return." Professor Naxika said calmly, like the university professor of those years, full of intellectual gentleness.

Click.

The World Tree swayed its branches amidst the pitch-black starry sky, with thirty-seven transparent bubble-like world fruits hanging from the tree, each containing an azure Earth, representing various parallel worlds.

Thirty-seven layers of Earth.

This was already his limit.

The dark mist began to spread at the base of the World Tree, and the distant sun shone upon the tree crown, tinged with a beautiful green-edged gold, like a fairy tale paradise.

"With such a level of virus, you can't destroy me. Show your ugly true form already." Isaac's lips curled with a hint of battle intent.

Countless dark mists permeated the tree roots but elicited no reaction.

Isaac, having prepared long ago through images in his memory, wouldn't fall for it a second time.

"How is this possible!!"

A voice rang out, filled with anger.

"What is going on with this planet..." A dark figure slowly descended from the sky.

This knight of the western knight's vassal from the World War II era, never imagined that a life as miraculous as his could reach this day.

"That's enough."

Isaac raised his head, looking at the enemy, reminiscing about the earliest days.

In the Hawks Kingdom Autonomous Region, that commoner knight reading "The Chronicle of Mayan Civilization" in a cramped civilian abode, idolizing King Arthur, had made it to today.

"Really enough."

He repeated his whisper, his upright figure clad in golden armor, hand reaching into the void to grasp a supreme scepter encrusted with magic stones.

Boom!

The thirty-seven planetary bubbles on the entire World Tree slowly shook, with the continental maps of the planets inside shaking violently.

"What happened?"

"The plates are moving?"

"Earthquake? No!! The whole Earth is shaking!"

"The great flood, it's the great flood!"

The beings within the parallel planets cried out.

But they had no time to react as countless planets converged upon Isaac, and the entire World Tree quickly assumed a humanoid form, like a mythical giant standing upon the planet.

"In just three thousand years, you've cultivated to this level. If you choose to join me..." the opposing red-eyed figure said, "return to serve my master, you'll enjoy... the same power of law as me, rebuilding this decaying world."

Click!

The sky roared with thunder.

Isaac charged straight at the opponent, causing the world to collapse instantly.

The entire Earth tore apart, huge fissures like abysses ripping through the star body.

Beyond the sky, it seemed a bolt of lightning flashed across.

Emperor Jing and others looked on in shock at everything, "We've left the Jiaxia Era, traversing to this post-world of hundreds of billions of years, in this civilization, they're all madmen, that guy, when we besieged him with over a hundred ultra-high-dimensional beings above ninety dimensions, almost all were killed or injured to defeat him, yet he, a mere... mid-level Saint, dares to challenge."

"Truly a nation of madmen."

"No, it's Emperor Xia who's mad, so living under his influence birthed a group of madmen."

...

They silently watched the scene.

On the distant earth, Professor Naxika bit her pale lips, recording this historical moment, and wept uncontrollably.

She could not stop, nor did she wish to stop.

Clearly, Isaac could have taken her to escape to a faraway land, but they didn't, choosing to perish here instead.

Jiang Yang and Ziying, looking at the torn sky, "I see, it's God... We should have realized earlier, Isaac, as His disciple, already knew the specific prophecy of the end times, he took it all upon himself."

"This Solar Era, we're finished."

In Miao Chun Hall, Baiyu closed his eyes beside him, "We've returned to prehistoric times, unable to change the Earthly mist of the Mayan civilization, and we too are about to be destroyed."

Pa Pa.

The small trumpet blew the horn vigorously.

"When uncertain, blow the horn." Fu Qingjun, eating his meal, lifted his eyelids to glance at the small trumpet blowing the horn, thinking that she had never changed.

The sky was completely torn apart, the atmosphere blown away in an instant like a single breath.

The endless vacuum tugging at the whole Earth's structures, gravel, oceans, like an exploding sandbag, countless buildings scattered mid-air, everywhere.

The sky suddenly calmed down.

A scarlet eyeball transformed into a figure, slowly walking out, looking at Isaac's corpse on the ground, eyes cold, "What was the point?"

Isaac did not answer,

his consciousness gradually faded, recalling the earliest years, a picture vaguely flashing before his eyes.

He saw that mediocre knight, reading the Martial Dao history of Emperor Liana while rolling on the bed, full of dreams, crying easily.

He remembered his young lover, Hathaway, and his youthful self kneeling in the martial ground, with the stern master wielding a whip incessantly lashing his back, the master mouthing words that became clearer,

the words became clear,

the picture froze,

"My teacher once said, a true hero knight's final destiny is martyrdom, they should fall before mighty adversaries, welcomed back to their homeland accompanied by the weeping of companions and flowers clustering around their bodies."

Knight?

To die embraced by companions with flowers?

The scarlet-eyed being gazed at the man, face slightly stiffened, but calmed down again, his heart long cold to ignore such emotions.

This planet is somewhat inexplicable.

This universe is already broken, about to become a bubble and be torn apart, and now it's a false small universe space, unexpectedly, remnants still live here...

Suddenly, the scarlet-eyed being sensed something, a look of astonishment on his face.

Who??

He couldn't help but speak.

In the void, a man slowly walked forward, his expression gentle, imbued with an inexplicable illusory holiness, bowing to Isaac, saying:

"No one will truly die in my presence."

Isaac's eyes twitched, a smile appeared at his lips.

He completely recalled the earliest years, the initial encounter with God,

That strong, sturdy commoner knight, reading "The Chronicle of Mayan Civilization" beneath the lamplight, wiping away unstoppable tears, an Angel Knight, slowly approached, softly chuckling, "Child, you must believe in the light."

Just as it is before him.

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